*More beneath mould'ring sullen earth do sleep
Than move and breathe with calm and cheerful ease;
Mocking flowers drooping who muse and weep—
Sturdy oaks free of sadness and disease.
Unconscious of final approaching doom,
Last appointment at late or early hour;
Unmindful of eager awaiting tomb,
Blissful, never do they despair nor tire.
'Till gaiety darkens to doleful sigh.
At the end of ev'ry road laughs a grave,
Whilst cruel time triumphantly doth fly
Mocking sad flower and stalwart oak brave.*
~Hilda~
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
*since I wept poems freely,
from rise to set,
every breeze, every minute, each bladed grass,
a creation-emotion overtaking
the residue is
every pen dry,
every pencil nubbed,
every free and white
piece of paper,
even all the napkins,
Picasso scribbled
but this one compelled to
rise and set,
before you placed
with a gratitude that
needs no explaining,
a poem,
first and knighted as*
Camaraderie
a tired, benighted idea,
oft expressed,
that cannot be contained,
swelling up, chest burn bursting
and it's not yet 600am
but the sun demands
payment for admission to this
morning's performance,
which will never be rebroadcast
so in humility, I
offer up this scrap,
in hopes it earns me
one more show tomorrow
pleasing him,
by pleasing you
we write with many motives,
but this ticket is
for my friends here,
genuine camaraderie that is holy,
sourced from holy water,
"straight from the water"
within our physical selfs
your arm unasked slung
over my shoulder,
your words my inspiration,
your demands, none,
other than give a listen
which is no demand,
but sweet sugar daily,
crazy stupid flooded
teary-eyed
through words care crafted,
I have found so many
gentle kind
that without hesitation,
I find myself blessing us all
by repeatedly uttering
Hallelujah!
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 1:10 PM UTC
Her voice is like clear water
That drips upon a stone
In forests far and silent
Where Quiet plays alone.
Her thoughts are like the lotus
Abloom by sacred streams
Beneath the temple arches
Where Quiet sits and dreams.
Her kisses are the roses
That glow while dusk is deep
In Persian garden closes
Where Quiet falls asleep.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
No stars illuminate the Earth tonight.
Alone, the wet new leaves and I survey my plight;
The issue here so dark we may not find the light,
And only you and I will ever know what's really right.
I only want to give my very best to you,
Yet somehow that may work toward a great "undo"
Of everything I hoped to be, it's true.
At least until the next big bill comes due.
I know we'd love to think that love is free
'Though somehow still we know that just can't be.
I don't know how to make it feel like there's no fee
Because there's one thing you will never ever see...
The most expensive gift I ever gave to you was me.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
O Mage, just how does magic work?
Alignment, Components, Words, and Signs…
A wand or rod is helpful, too
The stars and moon mark time for you.
Breath whispers words so softly now,
Eyes light the night with tongues of fire
The circle is created here
So walk the blade edged wire, desire
Each step is painful ecstasy
I follow though I fear we’ll fall
Perhaps the greatest spell will be
To somehow just outlive it all.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
If you would Immortal be,
It isn’t any mystery.
You only have to find and be
The “true love” of one cursed to see
Through Poetry.
Love comes! The rhyming words will start
Your “face is carved into her heart"!
And then come rhythms quick and smart,
Enjoy your lover’s fine honed art…
Ah, Poetry!
Wait! See now, love has run it’s course
It’s time to stop and stay: divorce.
As pain and sadness, dark remorse
Fill up the soul they feed the source
Of Poetry.
Your Name and Deeds Immortalized!
You cannot really be surprised-
As love’s lost, watch poems crystallize
Right before your aching eyes,
You're Poetry.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
By: Sverre G. Holter & Digital Asylum
I|
I am a man. I was put on
Earth to bleed from my hands.
Work is my virtue. I only sleep well
If I'm exhausted.
Your food and shelter is my gain.
My sweat is the salt on our table.
II|
I am a man, but also child
with a paper-mache heart and
sandcastle dreams, a child wishing
for later tides while we play
splashing in and out of the waves
but the tide always comes,
and castles crumble, and we
we tell ourselves that there's no need for fear
because we will build stronger walls
tomorrow
III|
Today is our day though
Let us work at love.
Let us play with love.
Let us dance until our feet
Blister and we collapse
Laughing into each other's arms in equal fatigue.
All I want is you.
All I have is you.
All I've never lost is love.
It is our costliest toy;
Unbroken
IV|
Unbroken it may be for now
yet the time will come, as with all good things
where life and love will come to its bitter end
our lives will have ran their course
and in that moment, we will know and be known
we will laugh our last laugh
we will drink and be merry
knowing we loved and were loved
and as the water comes washing in
we still stand behind walls of sand
and we will face the tide together
unafraid
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
When I come and I lay here
In the circle of your arm,
And I know that you love me,
And would never mean me harm,
Then I rest at last,
And breathe you in.
And a fire starts burning
Up from within,
Then I know how much I need you -
That's when it will begin..
But it all goes up,
Eventually, yeah ...
Yes, it all goes up in smoke.
And you know
That I need you
And I will do you right,
You don't need to be afraid,
'cause it all will turn out right...
But when it's all over,
And still my body's throbbing
Then the fear returns
And I know somehow it's robbing
Me of the peace I should feel
'Cause the release is real
And yet it burns.
Oh how it burns me!
And it all goes up in smoke.
Yeah, baby, just like a sacrifice,
It all goes up in smoke.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
You are Music, you are Light, you are Gravity.
On a Cold winter's night, you are my Hot cup of tea.
You are Silence, midnight Darkness
and complete Weightlessness.
On the Hottest summer day you're the Iced Tea in my glass.
You are Alpha; Omega,
The first and the last.
My Future, my Present,
And a big part of my Past.
If it's Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall-
Then it’s I follow You: the Best plan of All!
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
Summer days are past and gone,
And colder days now hurry on.
The lily draws her tender bloom
deep into the cloudy gloom, and
soft mists risen in the night,
turn to frost at dawns first light.
In the margins of the pond
The ice holds fast the frozen frond,
and under hill the mole curls tight,
safe and warm throughout the night,
pink paws, pink nose, a velvet coat,
all safely hidden from the stoat!
The swans, clothed in their purest white
glide, like ghosts in black of night
as safely on the lake they sleep,
while the coot and moorhen peep
in their dark and sombre suits,
from the tangled willow roots.
The fox that cunning red marauder
creeps stealthily along the border,
as the weakling winter sun
Announces a new day begun.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC